Passion

Who is she
that my love begs her love?
and my tears snake my cheeks
with the swiftest passion
i confess in no shame
my voice quavering, frigid
that i lack in speech.
At the university of Ghana.

The Idea

Indulgence of subtle brains;
these money mongers?
time runs out-comrades
darkness falls, and then we rise
rise in revolution
drop them from the top of the pyramid

Not for long, it shall be over
the poor shall shine and rise
the moon dash us some light
our dolour shall end
but when?

We shall drown them of our silver and gold
it belongs to the earth, where we dwell
it is what we step on
we will keep it for long

But look!
we sit crooned in the pinching sun
vroom! machines, tractors approach
dig again for our wealth?
when will this end?
to eternity
no! we shall not wait

Wedlock

Read at Radio Univers, UG.

Here we sat as two
in holy harmony
with ourselves in key
in tune with nature’s melody
searching her eyes
that I may find sight
in her laughter like flames
to show me the way
with her voice as sweet
sounding like the voice of the sea
singing to my heart
her coolness speaks to my heart
in that my heart rejoices
my heart jumping in joy

The Shiver

You, you blood-drinking mammals
vampires,
where is your guts?
about Lumumba
you have not heard?
they had his countrymen suck him
they sucked him
all his blood
trrrrrrr! making holes in him
and they preach peace

Ah-i shiver in my spine
my ribs crack, my stomach rumble
my jaws split, my legs shake and crumble
i fear we may also die
we may go before we can reply
now we sit
tied to their web strings
we are friends with the enemy
like slaves with their master
they sometimes mutiny
yes! we shall mutiny

Music Man

Read at Radio Universe, UG. 21st Jan, 07.

As the sun rises and sets
you stay under the shadow of his curse
noble and stigmatic is his lyrics
and in this umbrella you shall abide

The music man is like a drunkard
he plays his steps like card
and makes of you a leech
perching everlastingly to his lyrics
he is nothing without his rhythm
and that makes him survive-
kicking him eternally alive
it is positive inspiration to his soul
like a seed, in it he thrives
his record is sold
or not, all he knows
is his hearer

With rhythmical frisky madness
lyrical infatuation and meditating rhymes
he possesses no higgledy-piggledy in his mind
but high sense-not shiftless

With strings of vibrates
he knows that which he says
there is no jilt-his music
he the preacher
you the listener
in him lives the true African spirit
simple with nature
peaceful and true with nature

As he listens to the voice of the sea
and the soothing whispers of the trees
for unsung and unheard melodies
he gets strong beats

He taps his feet
and gets to write feet
pure for tone setting
to the language all understand
the tune we all can dance
in harmony with all the keys-
that is what he sings-
sheer music

His degree?
from the university of African music
he composes his beats
in harmony with the streets.